No Really

Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD] Chasin' the money [Verse 1] You would not get in that car with me, don't want apology Bitch, I'm a prodigy, said "Bitch, don't lie to me" Stuffin' my Prada jeans, mama is proud of me Niggas wanna copy me, and it ain't no stoppin' me, yeah Brrrt, uh At your head with this bitch like a fitted I'm clutchin' a fifty, or it be a switchy It's never a Smitty Don't show me no pity, bitch, show me your titties When I'm in the city (Yeah) Rockin' NUMBER (N)INE Mickey I mix with Givenchy She callin' me papi when I be up in it My brothers they prayin' with they flag on 'em before they go spin it Shit can get serious (Yeah) This bitch said I'm broke, like bitch is you serious Lil' bitch you dеlirious I'm Lucifer' child when I look in the mirror I'm off of this rеd, I got on my baguettes Last year, I went and bought a Patek This year, I went and bought a Piguet I'm off the fuckin' Monnet Cognac, yeah This bitch neck game worth my sex (Yeah) I got a [?] out back And I'm locked in with them Mexicans, cartel niggas will cut off your neck And I'm thinkin' 'bout tradin' in the S560 for a fuckin' 'Vette You tried to play wit' me last year, now your friend fuckin' me, that's what you get (Uh) I just went Maybach on your pussy ass I got them snakes in my grass, had to cut them off now I'm on they ass Yeah, yeah And I'm drivin' that car fast I just spilled drank on my dash Now this bitch a fuckin' red Maybach Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that I was in the field back doin' bad Yeah, yeah And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks, Saks) Yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I'm a big dog, give me that cat, I'll put thirty racks in you bae Show you I fuck with you like that (Like that, like that) Yeah, yeah For these niggas tryna catch me down bad, Imma put that .45 on your ass (Grr, grr) And we gon' do it just like that (Grr, grr) Yeah, yeah Know my diamonds in my mouth make that fuckin' pussy wet And you know this shit ain't a stretch Yeah, yeah This shit pure, it's all fuckin' facts, like some cocaine or some crack, lil' bitch I told you I'm really that [Chorus] Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that I was in the field back doin' bad Yeah, yeah And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks) Yeah, yeah